John Waters, in the best, most subversive No Smoking theater trailer ever made:
Bless you, Youtube.
I love the little pop! as he finishes off his last drag.
I’ve been wanting to see this again since I first saw it in Houston’s River Oaks Theater, back when it was a repertoire house showing vintage foreign, indie, and flatly off-beat films in back to back two-day runs. They published a monthly schedule sheet which was like the syllabus for a course in Cool. Gods, I miss the old River Oaks. It’s where I first watched Seven Samurai and Casablanca and Citizen Kane, and where I last saw 2001: A Space Odyssey (I cannot tolerate 2001 on tiny TV screens). Killed, I think, by the home video market. Now its balcony has been converted to two tiny auditoriums, and it shows first run foreign and indie films, but no off-beat or vintage stuff.
Aaugh! Googling around for a photo of the River Oaks, I’m reminded that it’s slated for demolition, to be replaced by a Barnes and Noble bookstore, which will also result in the closing of the nearby Bookstop, itself a renovation/conversion of the old Alabama theater. Damn it, damn it, damn it. I absolutely support the right of the owners to do whatever they want with their property, but I wish they could find a better way than this, or barring that, that some preservation group would pay the asking price and buy it from them.